I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's, Scott Cawthon does!
Mike ran down the hallway, adjusting his tie and putting on his hat. He entered the office and skidded to a halt, observing The Office. He sat down and picked up the tablet, flicking through the cameras. The man jumped as the chime rang, signaling his shift had officially started. Mike rolled his eyes at himself and glanced at the now ringing phone. He clicked on a button and a nervous man started talking, "Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you…to help you get settled in on your first night."
He grunted and started looking through the cameras, listening to this 'Phone Guy'. "Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm…finishing up my last week now as a matter of fact, so…I know it can be a little overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you: there's nothing to worry about, uh, you'll do fine! So…let's just focus on getting through your first week. Okay…?"
Mike ignored him until this very sentence: "The animatronic characters here…do get a bit quirky at night."
In an instant, the night guard took his feet off the desk and jumped up, afraid. "What!?" he growled, and quieted down as the man continued.
"So just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit, uh…they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night…" He rambled on until: "Then there was the Bite of '87."
Mike froze and lifted his hand, tracing the scar that ran across his head. He sighed and listened. "Yeah…it's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know? Now, concerning your safety…the only real risk to you, as a night watch man here, is the fact that the characters…if they happen to see you here after hours they probably won't recognize you at first. They'll most likely see you as metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since it's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to…forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with cross beams and wires and animatronic devices…especially around the facial area, so you can imagine being stuffed into one of those…"
He stopped listening and started to panic. Mike checked the cameras; Bonnie was gone. He took a deep, quivering breath and clicked the light to the left door. The purple bunny was there, staring at him with magenta eyes. Mike screamed and slammed the door button, breathing heavily. He checked Pirate's Cove. The curtains were closed. "Why did I ever get this job!?" But this was only the beginning.